Woo vocab.... So I haven't written in a long long time and I'm not going to recap the entire three months that I haven't written about. Basically I should be studying for my vocab test tomorrow, reading the AcDec papers, doing my binary composition, and practicing my clarinet, but I don't really feel like it right now. My mom came home from Boston today. I was going to make her cookies with my cool IRISH BUTTER but my dad made pie so I didn't. Now my IRISH BUTTER is going to go bad! Maybe I should make cookies anyway. But with the pie we have enough dessert.
I feel like I have more homework I should be doing... but I don't. Wow.
Last Friday I went to Rancho's Family dinner thing with KK. It wasn't much fun, but it was nice to see Isabel again. Plus KK won the cake walk. But the fun part was singing with KK. I like singing. I feel like all my blog entries are about singing, when it's actually a very small part of my life. We sang the little bit with Eponine and Cosette in the Finale of Les Miserables. It's my favorite part. I like singing Eponine's part. I transcribed it for my ear training homework.
We're reading A Tale of Two Citiesby Charles Dickens in English. There was a very good monologue that I would like to record.
"O, sir, at another time you shall know my name, and who my mother was, and who my father, and how I never knew their hard, hard history. But I cannot tel you at this time, and I cannot tell you here. All that I may tell you, here and now, is, that I pray to you to touch me and to bless me. Kiss me, kiss me! O my dear, my dear! If you hear in my voice - I don't know that it is so, but I hope it is - if you hear in my voice any resemblance to a voice that once was sweet music in your ears, weep for it, weep for it! If you touch, in touching my hair, anything that recalls a beloved head that lay on your breast when you were young and free, weep for it, weep for it! If, when I hint to you of a Home that if before us, where I will be true to you with all my duty and with all my faithful service, I bring back the remembrance of a Home long desolate while your poor heart pined away, weep for it, weep for it! If, when I tell you, dearest dear, that your agony is over, and that I have come here to take you from it, and that we go to England to be at peace and at rest, I cause you to think of your useful life laid waste, and of our native France so wicked to you, weep for it, weep for it! And if, when I shal tell you of my name, and of my father you is living, and of my mother who is dead, you learn that I have to kneel to my honoured father, and implore his pardon for having never for his sake striven all day and lain awake and wept all night, because the love of my poor mother hid his torture from me, weep for iot, weep for it! Weep for her, then, and for me! Good gentlemen, thank God! I feel his sacred tears upon my face, and his sobs strike against my heart. O, see! Thank God for us, thank God!"
My hands hurt now. I am going to memorize this and say it to Erik one day. Now I am going to go eat some pie.
ttyl!
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